Ashley POV

I slammed my fist hard on the cold kitchen counter. The frustration dulled the pain spreading through my hand, and I was tempted to smash something else to keep the numbness going.

My heart felt like it was breaking, and my wolf wanted to howl.

Why does it have to be this complicated? Why can't I trust him? Why did I let the conversation go off track so badly?

Why couldn't I just keep quiet?

I have no idea how long I stayed in the kitchen, constantly doubting myself, but sleep eventually came and forced me to lie down. My mind kept replaying the end of that argument...